The Witch Hunter Novel Novels & Stories

Hunters are said to be deadly as they kill werewolves without mercy and have supernatural powers which are hard to fight against. Flynn and Jade were so kind. Even though they know I could be a threat to them, they were still willing to stand by my side and keep my secret for me. If this was not true friendship, then I don’t know what is. ‘I’m not that kind of hunter, guys,’ I said through the group mindlink. ‘I’m a witch hunter, but I couldn’t say that in front of Agatha.’ Flynn and Jade’s eyes grew wide to the size of dinner plates.

He is a man who wants movement, not just information. “Humans and witches. Our guys suspects he works with witches hence sending our own fallen vampires into the hands of hunters, forcing them to kill them and have internal madness and forcing them to walk around at night to attack our innocents and that’s why the hunters are coming after us” Witches. The word felt like a bell tolling somewhere under the city. Witches in our part of the world often come cloaked in midnights and bargains. The idea that he had allied himself with practitioners who trade blood for favors gave me the odor of sulfur and old wood smoke. Hunters, forced madness, evidence piled like sacrifices. The thought of our fa

Silvia dashed towards Hunter who jumped over shifting into his wolf form as he attacked Armando who also shifted as both the wolves collided. Rachael tried to use her magic on Hunter but Silvia had enough. Using her magic she raised Rachael in the air and choked her as the girl struggled for breath. A wolf tried to attack her but Lennox plunged at him, taking him down and ripping his flesh with his canines. Silvia moved closer to the struggling Rachael as she looked her in the eyes. "Hunter is only mine," Silvia sneered coldly in her ears as she choked Rachael to death using her magic.

Xavier I’m at home in the study; it was once my father's office when he was alive but has been collecting dust since his death. I am rummaging through books of werewolves history, hoping to find something recorded about bonds between witches and wolves. The need to go to her, to protect, keeps growing, but I don’t want it; I don’t want her. We must find a way to sever this bond. I grab the tenth book flipping through the pages, nothing. F**k, I toss the book across the room, my anger surging. That witch better figures this out. I run my hand through my hair before walking over to the book and picking it back up.

Out of about 20 plus packs, Only five are left standing, with mine being the largest. For the last nine years, since the hunters started growing stronger, I've been trying to find out what led to their strength, but I keep coming up with nothing. I've even gone as far as sending some of my wolves to pose as human hunters just to get intel on why they are getting stronger, but so far none of them have come up with tangible information other than the fact that some little girl is their current leader and she's the one arranging everything, including recruiting other hunters from different continents. "Did Callisto and Maxwell report back anything?" I asked, going over to my wine cabinet and ta

‘I knew your mother and grandmother as well Alice there is a lot for you yet to know and understand ' hunted replied 'Then why do you bind me if you know my family it means you know where Sabrina is ' Alice retorted ' I do not and even if I did you Alice are not ready to face Sabrina she has 357 year's of practice and strength in her you are a pure blood and new breed but your strength can not measure up to her skill she would cut your head clean off' hunter replied coldly ‘then why bring me all the way here just to tell me I will fail that's very encouraging ‘ alice replied 'I never said you would fail Hunter reasponded ‘I said you lack training and that is what ill give you training you ar

They had found what they were looking for. I turned on heal and jolted towards the direction of the bear’s cries. Before I could see them, I heard the wail of a wounded animal, then the barking of the wolves. They had killed the bear shifter. I neared the corridor I had heard the fighting but stopped when my wolf picked up the witch’s scent again heading in the opposite direction. I darted down the corridor hoping to head off the little witch. My wolf had sensed a pattern in this underground labyrinth. If he was correct, I should be able to turn at the next junction and run right into her before the wolves catch up to her.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

everyone says slowly. “When I was doing research to look for possible weaknesses of mythical creatures, I read a hunter case from a long time ago about a witch that could cast a curse or hex on people she didn’t want spilling her secrets. Any time that one of those people started to talk, they would go still then all of sudden seizure out and die. I think whoever this witch is has done something like that.” This was also when I was researching mates, but they didn’t need to know that. “That would explain why they won’t talk, even after being tortured,” Dean said.

I asked again, and this time, Mom responded, " Agatha, you're going to ascend the leadership of your grandmother" My Grandmother was one of the most feared and powerful witches; her power reigned supreme before she was brutally killed by the system _ Hybrid Zandor. Zandor was the son of one of the witches in the council, but when his father was accused of performing black magic, Zandor swore to make the lives of everyone living and that of the council ( the system) for unjustly accusing his father of black magic; which eventually took his own life.